Useless, senseless


Here I am, your living dream,
your beating heart, your football team.
I am you, your promises last,
I am your future and you’re my past.

Here I am, my best friends friend,
a mate, a pal until the end.
We are one, and one is two,
friends for ever, me and you.

Here they are, two boys still child,
feral creatures running wild
one day so weak in someone’s mind,
innocence is too hard to find

Here they are, the words are spoken,
words of wisdom, a warm kind token,
to protect the fragile, some people passing,
a simple question, prevent harassing.

Here it is, lying in the street,
they’re beating hard in my defeat,
people standing, watching, calling
backing off while I was falling.

Here it is, it hurts like hell,
I lose control, I lock my cell.
I ban my feelings and the pain,
I slip away, my thoughts remain

Here I was, and here it ends,
I fought for you, for all my friends.
Useless, senseless, not worth dying,
dry your tears, refrain from crying.

Here I was, your dying dream,
your broken heart, your frantic scream.
You are me, your promises blast
there is no future, I am the past.


Geschreven naar aanleiding van het trieste incident in Venlo, oktober 2002.